I adjust on the bed so that my head is on the pillows now versus resting against the headboard. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit honestly.
“Me neither. Looks like we found another first to do together.” He lies back against his pillows
I like that. I know that we spent ten years apart living life and with other people, but basically all of my firsts in relationships are with Finn. I love that after all this time we are still finding things we both haven’t done and can experience them together.
“So tell me what you were doing when I called.” I nibble on my bottom lip nervously. “It’s just you and me,” Finn reassures me when I don’t answer.
It’s that reassurance that helps me relax into the bed and set the mood. I drag my fingers down the center of my tank top. “I had my hand slipped under my shorts.” My breathing becomes labored again.
“Show me,” he rasps.
I flip the screen on my phone as my hand slips back into my shorts, and I find wetness between my lips.
“Tell me, Lo, are you wet just from reading that?”
I nod as I can’t seem to find any words.
“I can’t see your face. Flip the camera and hold it up so that I can see all of you.” I do as he asks. “Rub your clit, pretending
that it’s my fingers.” I begin to rub my sensitive nub in a circular motion, applying pressure, further and further sending me over the edge.
“Now insert a finger into your pussy. Slide it in and out.” I do as he says, my breathing increasing. “Now slowly insert one more.” My chest heaves up and down, and my cheeks are on fire.
I close my eyes and arch my back, pressing my head farther into the pillow.
“I want you to touch yourself too,” I say, but it comes out as more of a whine as I am close to coming. I need Finn home, and I need him home now.
“Baby, open your eyes.” I open my eyes and look back to the screen to see his fist pumping up and down his cock.
“Do you wish that was my hand, my mouth, or my pussy moving up and down your cock.” Woah, where the fuck did that come from? I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
I watch as his grip tightens on his cock and he increases his pace. “All of you, Lo. First your mouth swallowing my cock while you slowly stroke me, but just before I come, you pop off and straddle me, sliding down on me, and you ride me.”
“Oh, God, Finn.”
“Fuck! I love having my fingers inside of you, but watching you do it is sexy as fuck.” He breathes heavily. “Baby, now press your thumb to your clit. Move it just like before but harder and faster, just like I do. Do you feel your pussy starting to contract on your fingers?”
I nod.
We go at the same rhythm–in and out, up and down.
I can feel the inner walls of my pussy as I slip my fingers in and out over and over. This orgasm is different than others, being led by Finn on the phone. It is such an intense feeling.
It doesn’t take us long to both go over the edge together. My release is all over my fingers while his is splattered all over his stomach.
“That was so hot, Lo,” Finn says, panting.
“You’re coming home, tomorrow, right?”
“Yep, I’ll be home soon.”
Home. I love the way that word comes off his lips. I’m his home.
“Good. I hate sleeping alone.”
It’s funny that I have spent all these years living alone, yet now that I have had Finn here just about every night, I can’t imagine living without him. Is it too soon for him to officially move in? I mean, he already sleeps here. Might as well make this official. But this isn’t a conversation to have over the phone. This needs to happen face-to-face.
“Me too, baby. I love you. Good night.”